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My friend, do you fly away now? To a world that abhors you and I? All that awaits you is a somber morrow. No matter where the winds may blow. My friend, your desire, is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess. Even if the morrow is barren of promises, nothing shall forestall my return.
Crisis Core: Final Fantasy VII (game) by Square Enix
Language: English
Submitted by: elusoryx
This text has been typed more than 1000 times:
Avg. speed: 80 WPM
Avg. accuracy: 96.6%

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1 arenasnow 201 WPM 100.0% 191 1/2 April 13, 2019
2 arc_sec 198 WPM 100.0% 188 1/1 Oct. 28, 2019
3 chakk 198 WPM 100.0% 188 1/3 Feb. 1, 2019
4 izzy180 183 WPM 99.0% 174 1/3 Jan. 30, 2020
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8 mako640 169 WPM 100.0% 160 1/4 March 22, 2019
9 actuallynonquitforlife 166 WPM 100.0% 157 1/2 April 21, 2019
10 awsomaw 163 WPM 99.0% 155 1/3 Aug. 21, 2019