Text race history for Bob the (bobthebum)

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And in the world a heart of darkness, a firezone, where poets speak their hearts then bleed for it. Jara sang, his song a weapon, in the hands of love. You know his blood still cries from the ground. It runs like a river to the sea. We run like a river runs to the sea.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
225 2014-03-26 09:00:51 127.53 97%
174 2014-03-22 14:34:50 112.47 94%
167 2014-03-22 14:23:18 122.12 96%