Text race history for nanda bakana (mutality)

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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
5360 2018-05-10 19:18:42 88.40 97%
4128 2018-01-06 02:08:19 86.54 97%
3244 2017-12-26 12:17:52 78.81 98%
357 2016-05-04 22:31:23 70.91 92%