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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4793 | 2021-10-03 14:04:59 | 117.56 | 98% |
4204 | 2021-03-27 13:26:51 | 108.78 | 98% |
641 | 2017-12-25 11:05:34 | 87.36 | 97% |