Text race history for (khronic)

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Can we love until there's nothing left and we're collecting dust? Use the hell out of our golden souls until we're flecks of rust. A love so deep, nothing else like it. Scars go deep, but they can't find it. Flame so bright make the daylight look dark. Cross my heart, that I'll die for you. Cross my heart that I'll always keep you. Cross my heart like a bittersweet tattoo.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
90151 2020-11-24 03:55:28 109.06 98%
85278 2020-07-05 10:31:42 113.20 99%
83495 2020-04-01 07:20:35 109.11 99%
81149 2020-02-05 07:38:21 101.17 97%
81015 2020-02-03 05:51:25 99.65 97%
66909 2019-03-11 05:48:40 113.01 98%
65484 2019-02-23 07:24:45 117.44 99%
65483 2019-02-23 07:23:42 107.38 98%
64790 2019-02-16 06:49:18 109.76 98%
64789 2019-02-16 06:47:09 98.77 97%