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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1178 | 2021-03-19 12:55:30 | 83.76 | 95% |
19 | 2021-02-13 19:40:24 | 86.81 | 97.9% |