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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365 | 2019-05-14 19:37:30 | 119.10 | 98% |
141 | 2016-11-18 17:15:01 | 109.78 | 93% |