Text race history for RIP Byron (sir_rebral_palsy)

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I was standing by the window on one cold and cloudy day, and I saw the hearse come rolling for to carry my mother away. Can the circle be unbroken, bye and bye, Lord, bye and bye? There's a better home a-waiting in the sky, Lord, in the sky.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
3841 2020-07-02 06:26:58 105.62 97%