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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1899 | 2023-07-10 03:27:09 | 97.20 | 98% |
1343 | 2023-03-27 06:49:30 | 97.42 | 98% |