Text race history for Salted (whyisitsohardto)

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I have my books and my poetry to protect me; I am shielded in my armor. Hiding in my room, safe within my womb; I touch no one and no one touches me. I am a rock, I am an island. And a rock feels no pain; and an island never cries.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
1019 2023-04-22 21:55:37 73.32 96%
887 2021-11-24 00:35:08 71.27 95%
314 2021-01-22 01:13:38 61.51 94%