Text race history for 手很冷 (traben)

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When we pulled out into the winter night and the real snow, our snow, began to stretch out beside us and twinkle against the windows, and the dim lights of small Wisconsin stations moved by, a sharp wild brace came suddenly into the air. We drew in deep breaths of it as we walked back from dinner through the cold vestibules, unutterably aware of our identity with this country for one strange hour, before we melted indistinguishably into it again.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
21137 2023-08-18 22:59:50 165.99 99%
19783 2023-05-16 21:51:36 161.89 97%
15329 2022-07-27 12:54:59 146.64 99%
14649 2022-07-18 15:07:00 178.93 100%
6535 2021-09-28 05:32:01 154.88 99%
5957 2021-09-24 01:21:39 151.70 100%
257 2017-09-08 12:05:08 106.69 97%