Well, we're doing mighty fine, I do suppose, in our streak of lightning cars and fancy clothes. But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back, up front, there ought to be a man in black. I wear it for the sick and lonely old, for the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold. I wear the black in mourning for the lives that could have been. Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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4081 | 2024-03-12 05:55:04 | 76.10 | 98.8% |
3414 | 2024-03-07 01:22:26 | 76.63 | 98.8% |