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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2263 | 2022-05-12 14:43:49 | 97.60 | 97% |
1289 | 2021-01-20 05:05:29 | 83.23 | 98% |