Some people say a man is made outta mud. A poor man's made outta muscle and blood. Muscle and blood and skin and bones, a mind that's weak and a back that's strong. You load sixteen tons, what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt. Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go, I owe my soul to the company store.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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4740 | 2020-12-10 08:32:33 | 131.04 | 98% |
2245 | 2020-10-24 11:20:25 | 134.79 | 100% |