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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828 | 2021-10-24 15:25:08 | 99.53 | 95% |
663 | 2021-06-22 23:31:41 | 104.68 | 97% |