Text race history for milkcha (ixxviii)

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"For you, a thousand times over," I heard myself say. Then I turned and ran. It was only a smile, nothing more. It didn't make everything all right. It didn't make anything all right. Only a smile. A tiny thing. A leaf in the woods, shaking in the wake of a startled bird's flight.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
402 2020-11-28 06:53:22 72.52 96%