Text race history for isaiah (windsong)

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Your face has fallen sad now, for you know the time is nigh. But when I must remove your wings and you, you must try to fly. Come sail your ships around me and burn your bridges down. We make a little history, baby, every time you come around.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
364 2016-07-27 19:28:25 123.44 93%
139 2013-08-09 14:20:43 120.69 96%
48 2011-11-26 04:54:54 99.97 92%