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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1419 | 2021-09-09 17:59:35 | 76.88 | 96% |
649 | 2021-05-06 14:17:09 | 76.37 | 98% |