Text race history for monk (harry_tuttle)

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Now that I know that I'm breaking to pieces, I'll pull out my heart and I'll feed it to anyone. Crying for sympathy, crocodiles cry for the love of the crowd and the free cheers from everyone. Dropping through sky, through the glass of the roof, through the roof of your mouth, through the mouth of your eye, through the eye of the needle, it's easier for me to get closer to heaven than ever feel whole again.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
2001 2013-05-03 20:18:24 69.88 95%
1948 2013-04-05 15:03:52 66.04 95%
1946 2013-04-05 15:00:37 61.00 92%
1872 2013-03-12 21:52:00 61.64 91%
1837 2013-02-04 14:54:36 63.29 93%
383 2012-07-03 16:33:08 61.32 93%