Text race history for keaton (twenty4onions)

Back to text analysis page

I hope you will love your baby. I hope it will be a boy. That husband of yours, I hope, will always treat you well, because otherwise my specter shall come out of him, like black smoke, like a demented giant, and pull him apart nerve by nerve.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
259 2021-01-14 01:20:31 64.05 97%