Text race history for art (artushhheee)

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I walked by your guidance counselor's office one time. A bunch of you were sitting there waiting to be shepherded. I remember it smelled like dead flowers, like decay. Then it hit me. The hope of our nation's future is a bunch of mulch.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
356 2020-09-17 14:42:13 65.41 95%