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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1868 | 2023-02-02 05:55:58 | 85.08 | 96% |
743 | 2021-06-30 16:15:16 | 77.12 | 97% |