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 |
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4598 | 2023-09-11 09:12:28 | 72.81 | 98% |
3010 | 2021-02-18 19:01:34 | 67.39 | 93.8% |
887 | 2017-08-05 15:21:14 | 51.21 | 96% |