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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810 | 2017-03-13 11:04:51 | 61.81 | 86% |
800 | 2017-03-13 09:44:56 | 68.76 | 90% |
705 | 2017-02-27 10:28:41 | 68.96 | 90% |