Text race history for Ale (yagotzirck)

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In this here place, we flesh; flesh that weeps, laughs; flesh that dances on bare feet in grass. Love it. Love it hard. Yonder they do not love your flesh. They despise it. They don't love your eyes; they'd just as soon pick em out. No more do they love the skin on your back. Yonder they flay it. And O my people they do not love your hands.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
53 2017-09-01 20:43:06 75.71 100%