Text race history for they used to say we would not make it (hinduism)

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I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love as she lies here beside me asleep with the night. And her hair, in a fine mist floats on my pillow, reflecting the glow of the winter moonlight.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
2716 2019-06-17 20:23:36 100.05 98%
2609 2019-06-13 21:27:35 98.41 99%