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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3070 | 2022-09-06 13:41:33 | 105.96 | 96% |
2803 | 2022-08-15 18:39:39 | 109.28 | 98% |
131 | 2020-12-06 19:36:37 | 93.21 | 96% |