Text race history for loungecore (loungecore)

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Now that I know that I'm breaking to pieces, I'll pull out my heart and I'll feed it to anyone. Crying for sympathy, crocodiles cry for the love of the crowd and the free cheers from everyone. Dropping through sky, through the glass of the roof, through the roof of your mouth, through the mouth of your eye, through the eye of the needle, it's easier for me to get closer to heaven than ever feel whole again.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
3267 2015-04-22 10:38:36 87.63 94%
2773 2012-04-05 18:27:15 96.53 95%
2143 2012-03-20 16:17:13 101.23 97%
1781 2012-03-14 22:50:32 107.08 99%
842 2012-03-03 23:19:41 92.46 93%
608 2012-03-01 21:59:22 89.20 92%