Text race history for Nikhil (_programmer_)

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It was on a dreary night of November that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils. With an anxiety that almost amounted to agony, I collected the instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
6478 2024-03-19 14:27:13 89.11 98.3%
6089 2024-02-27 07:10:10 90.88 97.2%
5545 2024-02-04 12:17:15 80.81 97.1%