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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1169 | 2020-05-05 00:13:35 | 102.63 | 96% |
844 | 2020-05-04 13:59:53 | 99.09 | 96% |