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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4177 | 2022-08-16 12:09:37 | 69.04 | 96% |
1037 | 2021-05-06 14:51:55 | 54.41 | 95% |
309 | 2021-04-06 08:36:31 | 62.77 | 98% |