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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343 | 2016-04-23 04:11:33 | 29.58 | 92% |
238 | 2015-12-07 09:40:19 | 24.43 | 81% |