Text race history for tired (jlam55555)

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Now I lay me down to sleep, pray the Lord my soul to keep; if I die before I wake, pray the Lord my soul to take. Hush, little baby, don't say a word and never mind that noise you heard. It's just the beasts under your bed, in your closet, in your head.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
6755 2020-12-01 20:20:18 129.53 100%