Text race history for monk (harry_tuttle)

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We turn away to face the cold, enduring chill, as the day begs the night for mercy love. The sun so bright it leaves no shadows, only scars, carved into stone on the face of earth. The moon is up and over One Tree Hill we see the sun go down in your eyes.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
1403 2012-10-12 16:58:13 79.88 98%
1159 2012-09-05 02:28:26 73.62 100%
1109 2012-08-27 19:16:31 63.03 96%
1080 2012-08-21 15:12:35 69.13 97%
827 2012-08-03 15:34:59 67.74 96%
306 2012-07-01 15:44:16 61.56 94%
152 2012-06-23 16:26:34 75.98 99%