Text race history for pallamraju (pallamraju.boddu@gmail.com)

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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
1908 2023-10-23 13:04:36 56.11 97.1%
1691 2020-01-16 17:11:14 61.74 98%