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Hell is worth all that, natural habitat. Just a rhyme without a reason. Never-ending maze, drift on numbered days. Now your life is out of season.
— Master of Puppets
 (song)
by Metallica
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| Language: | English |
| Submitted by: | Vielle |
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| Avg. speed: | 110 WPM |
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| Avg. accuracy: | 98.4% |
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| 1 | keegant | 152 WPM | 99.0% | 66 | 1/2 | March 9, 2024 |
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| 2 | charlieog | 152 WPM | 100.0% | 66 | 1/2 | March 14, 2024 |
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| 3 | mark40511 | 125 WPM | 99.0% | 54 | 1/2 | March 10, 2024 |
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| 4 | sputype | 121 WPM | 99.0% | 53 | 1/2 | May 5, 2024 |
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| 5 | clergy | 112 WPM | 98.0% | 49 | 1/2 | March 9, 2024 |
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| 6 | rektless | 82 WPM | 97.0% | 35 | 1/2 | March 6, 2024 |
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| 7 | slowtexts | 73 WPM | 98.0% | 32 | 1/1 | March 4, 2024 |
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