Text race history for Type (cainvelasquez)

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Well, I'm no poet, but I can't be fooled. The lies don't count, the whispers do. I hear the whispers on the wind. They say the earth has fallen due. We run in circles. Our days are numbered. Every night I look away. To the heavens and I pray.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
4396 2018-08-11 22:45:22 64.81 97%
3349 2018-04-27 19:22:04 64.98 96%