Text race history for Ostap (bushmills)

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You there, my friend. Come, let me hold you. Now, with a sigh you grow warm in my hand, my friend, my clever friend. Rest now, my friends. Soon I'll unfold you. Soon you'll know splendors you never have dreamed all your days, my lucky friends. Till now your shine was merely silver. Friends, you shall drip rubies.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
3388 2022-04-04 13:32:15 43.92 96%
1771 2021-03-24 11:27:42 40.37 94%