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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225 | 2014-03-26 09:00:51 | 127.53 | 97% |
174 | 2014-03-22 14:34:50 | 112.47 | 94% |
167 | 2014-03-22 14:23:18 | 122.12 | 96% |