Text race history for (macieje)

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I felt so lonesome I most wished I was dead. The stars were shining, and the leaves rustled in the woods ever so mournful; and I heard an owl, away off, who-whooing about somebody that was dead, and a whippowill and a dog crying about somebody that was going to die.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
12547 2021-05-27 18:21:37 134.27 97%
8123 2020-08-09 12:01:04 130.28 97%
5463 2020-02-01 20:51:56 113.47 97%