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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831 | 2021-07-25 23:52:00 | 55.39 | 97% |
620 | 2021-02-03 23:01:03 | 48.78 | 94.3% |
132 | 2021-01-13 22:06:55 | 45.00 | 95% |