Text race history for Mitchell (mitchfest)

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Now that I know that I'm breaking to pieces, I'll pull out my heart and I'll feed it to anyone. Crying for sympathy, crocodiles cry for the love of the crowd and the free cheers from everyone. Dropping through sky, through the glass of the roof, through the roof of your mouth, through the mouth of your eye, through the eye of the needle, it's easier for me to get closer to heaven than ever feel whole again.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
3467 2015-06-05 13:00:48 82.65 93%
3160 2015-03-22 11:59:51 91.41 95%
1994 2014-01-07 11:44:24 74.39 90%
1768 2013-12-27 16:47:59 81.14 94%
1641 2013-12-16 14:16:28 82.23 94%
1626 2013-12-13 18:58:21 76.74 93%