Text race history for Shaheendra (waffle_demon)

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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
810 2017-03-13 11:04:51 61.81 86%
800 2017-03-13 09:44:56 68.76 90%
705 2017-02-27 10:28:41 68.96 90%