Text race history for gat_oil_king (supaflyqtpie)

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She may be the face I can't forget. The trace of pleasure or regret may be my treasure or the price I have to pay. She may be the song that summer sings. May be the chill the autumn brings. May be a hundred different things within the measure of a day.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
594 2022-10-11 03:17:06 120.04 98%