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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352 | 2022-10-25 16:51:18 | 104.34 | 99% |
338 | 2022-10-25 05:31:36 | 95.68 | 97% |