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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1797 | 2014-04-07 15:06:44 | 51.71 | 97% |
1552 | 2014-01-03 21:53:04 | 49.91 | 95% |
607 | 2013-11-22 16:51:42 | 42.56 | 93% |