Segment 6916 in The Torn Letter Speed Zone: 160 - 179 WPM
I thought what pensive patient days
A soul must know of grain so tender,
How much of good must grace the sender
Of such sweet words in such bright phrase.
Uprising then, as things unpriced
I sought each fragment, patched and mended;
The midnight whitened ere I had ended
And gathered words I had sacrificed.
But some, alas, of those I threw
Were past my search, destroyed for ever:
They were your name and place; and never
| Racer | Team | Races | DQs | Avg WPM | Top WPM | Avg Acc. | Top Acc. | 100% |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
%20-%20Edited.png "Fortis Celadon")
guappaneze 
|
SLIME | 1 | 0 | 144.6 | 144.6 | 97.63% | 97.63% | 0 |
dudeman
|
FLANEUR | 1 | 0 | 138.7 | 138.7 | 95.26% | 95.26% | 0 |
.png "USS Reliant")
guappanese
|
VYN | 0 | 4 | N/A | N/A | N/A | N/A | 0 |