Text race history for Boris (oipunk77)

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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
858 2010-02-20 06:31:12 104.80
385 2010-02-06 22:56:05 82.43
377 2010-02-06 22:44:32 94.61
10 2010-02-03 05:31:26 72.76