Text race history for Noah (licahfox)

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Every second he breathed, the smell of the grass, the cool air on his face, was so precious: To think that people had years and years, time to waste, so much time it dragged, and he was clinging to each second.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
10380 2018-01-20 21:27:33 166.49 100%
9222 2017-07-27 21:11:32 164.29 100%
9036 2017-07-10 17:54:08 163.69 100%
9035 2017-07-10 17:53:45 147.71 99%