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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1627 | 2022-01-03 10:45:07 | 108.58 | 99% |
140 | 2013-07-14 14:15:50 | 78.71 | 91% |