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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4551 | 2021-12-28 04:31:16 | 50.48 | 97% |
2707 | 2021-04-23 04:36:05 | 49.44 | 97% |