Text race history for New2Typing/tspmo (newtotyping_)

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The air was cold, and the rain again began to descend; we entered the hut, the fiend with an air of exultation, I with a heavy heart and depressed spirits. But I consented to listen, and seating myself by the fire which my odious companion had lighted, he thus began his tale.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
19 2025-03-31 15:31:39 59.45 94.4%