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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1154 | 2023-10-05 09:50:45 | 47.73 | 96.1% |
9 | 2023-07-28 10:12:17 | 40.45 | 95% |