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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5477 | 2021-07-07 10:32:26 | 85.65 | 99% |
3035 | 2021-03-12 10:40:14 | 65.44 | 95% |