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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6966 | 2021-05-28 10:44:01 | 92.19 | 97% |
5410 | 2021-04-28 17:09:01 | 77.30 | 95% |
2018 | 2021-03-25 21:54:59 | 86.97 | 95% |