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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2094 | 2021-05-15 13:53:22 | 72.69 | 93% |
1181 | 2021-04-02 17:50:02 | 83.06 | 94% |