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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1715 | 2019-03-19 12:07:58 | 101.97 | 97% |
1247 | 2019-03-11 01:57:23 | 111.39 | 99% |
346 | 2019-01-22 19:21:26 | 108.01 | 97% |