Text race history for Lark (laaark)

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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
2383 2015-10-24 21:38:24 106.90 97%
2175 2015-09-29 07:43:32 113.95 98%
2048 2015-09-19 19:10:24 90.95 94%
671 2015-08-09 02:56:26 76.26 92%