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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668 | 2016-10-10 02:31:29 | 92.04 | 93% |
146 | 2012-12-05 19:56:52 | 64.63 | 91% |