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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5754 | 2020-05-04 09:16:22 | 70.54 | 96% |
903 | 2019-09-30 09:20:36 | 63.94 | 98% |