Text race history for pasta (pastashapes)

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He was standing on an impossibly tall grey stone pillar. A dark, starless sky loomed overhead. All around him was nothing but an inky black expanse with a strange purple-toned haze permeating throughout. He felt cold rough winds battering him, threatening to send him tumbling into the abyss below. Far, far below, he could see an endless purple desert stretching out in all directions. Shivering, he struggled to remember how he'd gotten here.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
28080 2020-09-10 18:01:30 113.60 98%
19892 2020-06-21 21:00:41 107.99 98%