Text race history for Your mom (mczoom_7)

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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
2065 2024-02-05 11:49:06 112.87 97%
2045 2024-02-05 11:26:33 100.05 98%
539 2023-11-23 06:25:56 107.99 98.4%