Text race history for RIP reckful (typefacer88)

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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
2127 2020-05-20 00:12:22 95.15 97%
32 2019-02-15 21:08:13 45.41 93%