Text race history for 당신 (columbineisajoke)

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Every second he breathed, the smell of the grass, the cool air on his face, was so precious: To think that people had years and years, time to waste, so much time it dragged, and he was clinging to each second.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
97 2018-03-25 01:49:30 82.39 99%