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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3568 | 2020-11-25 08:25:51 | 134.72 | 100% |
478 | 2020-09-09 00:41:05 | 128.54 | 97% |