Text race history for ore (orezee)

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Come sail your ships around me and burn your bridges down. We make a little history, baby, every time you come around. Come loose your dogs upon me and let your hair hang down. You are a little mystery to me every time you come around. We talk about it all night long, we define our moral ground. But when I crawl into your arms everything comes tumbling down.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
1353 2016-10-14 09:32:06 75.04 93%
919 2016-08-02 13:26:10 70.13 92%