Text race history for Kid from Beyoğlu (euthymia)

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Well, I'm no poet, but I can't be fooled. The lies don't count, the whispers do. I hear the whispers on the wind. They say the earth has fallen due. We run in circles. Our days are numbered. Every night I look away. To the heavens and I pray.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
5324 2020-05-28 14:45:11 100.30 99%
4423 2020-03-21 10:33:22 92.67 98%
3523 2019-11-22 13:03:04 88.66 98%