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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5126 | 2022-05-05 14:30:37 | 86.91 | 98% |
1330 | 2021-03-28 06:11:11 | 57.07 | 95% |