Text race history for Poops (poops_magee)

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Come sail your ships around me and burn your bridges down. We make a little history, baby, every time you come around. Come loose your dogs upon me and let your hair hang down. You are a little mystery to me every time you come around. We talk about it all night long, we define our moral ground. But when I crawl into your arms everything comes tumbling down.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
20222 2022-05-31 13:43:47 125.08 99%
16875 2021-07-27 10:21:20 111.07 97%
15718 2021-06-10 14:49:06 138.36 99%
14552 2021-05-11 16:12:13 115.89 98%
12984 2021-03-30 15:28:06 115.05 98%
11612 2020-11-13 10:33:34 129.23 99%
6081 2020-07-25 19:58:12 99.76 98%