Text race history for John (apathy_incarnate)

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You there, my friend. Come, let me hold you. Now, with a sigh you grow warm in my hand, my friend, my clever friend. Rest now, my friends. Soon I'll unfold you. Soon you'll know splendors you never have dreamed all your days, my lucky friends. Till now your shine was merely silver. Friends, you shall drip rubies.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
3650 2022-05-11 00:47:32 57.78 95%
2424 2021-01-03 17:13:51 52.31 96%
28 2020-02-08 22:15:17 37.03 95%