Text race history for Hiroshi (uberkelium)

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You found paradise in America. You had a good trade, made a good living, the police protected you and there were courts of law and you didn't need a friend like me. But, now you come to me and you say, "Don Corleone, give me justice." But you don't ask with respect. You don't offer friendship. You don't even think to call me Godfather.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
4341 2017-08-15 12:15:53 147.15 99%
880 2017-05-28 03:58:31 140.28 93%