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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1132 | 2021-02-02 18:02:02 | 64.68 | 95.6% |
267 | 2021-01-14 10:51:52 | 60.02 | 97% |