Text race history for Para (parad)

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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
15661 2021-06-22 10:21:24 81.55 97%
8449 2020-10-21 16:05:18 70.90 98%
5182 2020-08-15 12:44:34 70.72 96%
2689 2020-02-23 05:36:50 75.83 99%