Text race history for milkcha (ixxviii)

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Well, father, in the shipwreck of life, for life is an eternal shipwreck of our hopes, I cast into the sea my useless encumbrance, that is all, and I remain with my own will, disposed to live perfectly alone, and, consequently, perfectly free.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
461 2020-12-10 10:45:59 75.39 95%
355 2020-09-26 09:27:28 81.12 95%