Text race history for isaiah (windsong)

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Every time I think of you I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue. It's no problem of mine but it's a problem I find, living a life that I can't leave behind. There's no sense in telling me the wisdom of a fool won't set you free. But that's the way that it goes, and it's what nobody knows, while every day my confusion grows.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
249 2016-06-16 05:16:02 129.46 97%
100 2013-06-26 18:47:57 127.79 98%