Text race history for George (russell41)

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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
511 2021-03-17 19:55:51 74.29 96%
93 2019-09-23 16:15:55 67.07 95%