Text race history for 手很冷 (traben)

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Gold and rose, the color of the dream I had not too long ago. A misty blue and the lilac, too, never to grow old. There you were under the tree of song, sleeping so peacefully. In your hand a flower played, awaiting there for me. I have never laid eyes on you, not before this timeless day, but you walked and you once smiled my name, and you stole my heart away.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
15399 2022-07-27 20:35:51 154.84 98%
14497 2021-11-18 06:28:58 159.34 100%
12944 2021-11-06 00:54:56 152.72 98%
7476 2021-10-03 12:25:11 147.23 99%
4578 2021-08-26 13:05:36 150.37 99%