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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1907 | 2021-04-29 08:03:08 | 61.34 | 97% |
1396 | 2021-03-29 11:15:13 | 51.01 | 95% |