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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508 | 2016-03-13 14:15:14 | 49.86 | 86% |
16 | 2016-02-12 08:52:35 | 55.81 | 88% |