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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2923 | 2022-04-17 20:56:34 | 117.70 | 98% |
131 | 2020-10-16 19:48:35 | 38.34 | 91% |