Text race history for ℱ𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔡𝔬𝔪 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔢𝔠𝔥 (wille_1)

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Can we love until there's nothing left and we're collecting dust? Use the hell out of our golden souls until we're flecks of rust. A love so deep, nothing else like it. Scars go deep, but they can't find it. Flame so bright make the daylight look dark. Cross my heart, that I'll die for you. Cross my heart that I'll always keep you. Cross my heart like a bittersweet tattoo.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
13078 2019-11-25 17:42:22 81.68 97%
10283 2019-08-30 14:31:13 75.59 96%
7776 2019-07-28 16:09:09 78.06 98%
7398 2019-07-23 08:47:45 66.12 95%
6310 2019-06-30 14:59:54 78.08 97%