Text race history for Camps (camps)

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You found paradise in America. You had a good trade, made a good living, the police protected you and there were courts of law and you didn't need a friend like me. But, now you come to me and you say, "Don Corleone, give me justice." But you don't ask with respect. You don't offer friendship. You don't even think to call me Godfather.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
1895 2009-10-16 14:03:54 89.09
1870 2009-10-16 11:24:58 92.47
1850 2009-10-16 09:52:40 97.02
1004 2009-10-08 16:02:53 87.97
890 2009-09-19 19:42:18 89.30
813 2009-09-19 15:54:57 94.67
319 2009-09-14 21:59:20 83.26