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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10402 | 2019-12-14 07:09:09 | 107.56 | 98% |
2221 | 2018-04-11 08:32:44 | 97.02 | 97% |