We want a good life with a nose for things, the fresh wind and bright sky to endure my suffering. I'm a hole without a key if I break my tongue. Oh, speaking of tomorrow, how will it ever come?
—from Ashes Of American Flags, a song by Wilco
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Default (English) | 47,748 | 87.50 | January 9, 2017 |
Instant Death Mode | 209 | 96.20 | August 15, 2017 |
ᗜ Stenography | 2 | 93.88 | December 21, 2021 |
All TypeRacer Texts | 1 | 30.70 | June 24, 2021 |