Text race history for RIP Byron (sir_rebral_palsy)

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Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air and deep beneath the rolling waves, in labyrinths of coral caves - the echo of a distant tide comes willowing across the sand, and everything is green and submarine.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
3799 2020-06-05 04:45:26 119.47 98%