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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9390 | 2023-10-11 19:12:47 | 113.88 | 98.9% |
3179 | 2019-01-18 00:47:01 | 88.22 | 96% |