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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1176 | 2016-06-07 16:44:07 | 121.38 | 94% |
1147 | 2016-05-27 09:48:53 | 126.90 | 98% |