Text race history for Diptanil (diptanil)

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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
495 2022-12-28 05:57:38 47.58 98%