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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542 | 2022-06-18 03:23:15 | 80.54 | 96% |
47 | 2020-12-08 10:31:28 | 85.05 | 96% |