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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932 | 2021-02-04 05:27:41 | 74.84 | 98.9% |
685 | 2021-01-29 01:21:27 | 65.89 | 97% |