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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182 | 2022-10-30 14:43:12 | 91.87 | 99% |
178 | 2022-10-30 14:39:27 | 76.15 | 95% |