Text race history for Matthew (d3f1n3d)

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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
9288 2019-12-29 04:07:50 99.34 98%
8411 2019-12-02 01:02:02 101.24 99%
4455 2017-11-26 02:49:39 94.64 98%
4197 2017-11-11 01:41:07 85.52 96%
3630 2017-10-05 21:36:12 94.47 98%