Text race history for not (hayso)

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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
5404 2022-09-22 22:06:53 117.82 100%
4530 2021-06-25 12:00:26 106.12 99%
4249 2020-11-16 21:23:08 115.97 100%
3464 2017-01-28 18:27:09 113.14 98%