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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790 | 2016-03-27 06:38:38 | 94.53 | 95% |
55 | 2015-08-10 18:27:10 | 91.28 | 95% |