Text race history for RIP Byron (sir_rebral_palsy)

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As he watches through the door, his smile pulls in more and more. Wicked thoughts shape wicked ways, while we all crave, while we all crave. When the man yells at his son, when he finds the smoking gun. Don't you worry, little one, for we all crave, we all crave.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
7786 2022-02-04 09:14:19 146.76 99%
6101 2021-05-05 05:50:58 151.30 99%
4345 2021-01-21 09:38:15 127.76 98%
3719 2019-10-09 06:10:29 126.99 97%