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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370 | 2023-01-31 09:57:11 | 96.29 | 96% |
67 | 2023-01-24 09:59:35 | 92.08 | 96% |