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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6975 | 2022-04-23 12:37:46 | 104.01 | 99% |
3591 | 2020-02-16 05:44:24 | 79.67 | 96% |
3553 | 2020-02-09 13:02:32 | 86.47 | 98% |