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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2665 | 2023-09-06 18:08:57 | 61.75 | 96% |
1555 | 2023-07-12 05:32:59 | 59.28 | 95% |