Text race history for Jesus (johangodinho123)

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Every second he breathed, the smell of the grass, the cool air on his face, was so precious: To think that people had years and years, time to waste, so much time it dragged, and he was clinging to each second.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
10616 2022-05-02 11:44:22 47.04 94%
8266 2020-12-27 18:21:03 59.53 96%
5579 2020-07-08 16:49:08 45.92 95%
2299 2020-05-31 01:36:37 61.94 94%