Text race history for TasteOfCancer (tasteofcancer)

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At the doorway on my heart all the leaves are falling down, and though I try to pick them up there's so many I think I'll drown. Ten days have come and gone, ten days and I'm all alone, and all that I can do is pray and pray.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
274 2020-04-26 03:35:10 82.15 98%