Text race history for bread (breadbubble)

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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
2102 2015-09-07 19:41:45 114.87 90%
1948 2015-07-15 00:04:11 130.76 95%
1695 2015-06-30 22:51:47 121.04 93%
1490 2015-06-25 01:01:40 114.15 89%
1127 2015-06-12 01:25:22 119.12 89%
965 2015-06-09 17:39:13 138.09 95%
825 2015-06-06 18:19:50 111.35 91%