Text race history for Long (bachthime)

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I felt so lonesome I most wished I was dead. The stars were shining, and the leaves rustled in the woods ever so mournful; and I heard an owl, away off, who-whooing about somebody that was dead, and a whippowill and a dog crying about somebody that was going to die.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
1211 2021-07-27 11:46:13 75.45 98%
856 2021-07-15 05:59:35 67.85 98%