Text race history for Richard (rockpile)

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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
6266 2018-12-11 04:41:24 107.71 99%
6102 2018-12-09 22:49:35 91.05 97%
4882 2018-11-07 09:21:29 106.20 99%
4514 2018-11-05 04:16:34 104.23 99%