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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1065 | 2014-12-18 16:23:07 | 66.76 | 97% |
335 | 2014-11-12 09:41:26 | 44.34 | 98% |