Text race history for Mark (powrtoch)

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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
958 2012-07-09 13:38:25 89.47 95%
622 2012-05-16 15:05:58 90.05 95%
299 2012-04-24 15:40:48 78.26 92%
293 2012-04-24 15:35:23 91.99 97%