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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7422 | 2023-06-21 15:59:22 | 128.09 | 100% |
6295 | 2023-04-14 19:25:02 | 111.04 | 98% |
1348 | 2021-03-31 15:56:53 | 100.94 | 96% |