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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447 | 2017-01-18 19:19:20 | 94.48 | 95% |
117 | 2011-04-01 17:05:27 | 42.65 |