Text race history for poem⛈️ (storm)

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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
74 2019-07-07 00:22:21 92.52 98.3%