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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4007 | 2018-05-20 09:44:51 | 73.75 | 97% |
765 | 2017-03-18 18:24:51 | 51.57 | 89% |