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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4424 | 2019-11-28 02:57:38 | 60.30 | 96% |
867 | 2018-08-24 03:30:04 | 39.26 | 95% |