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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717 | 2013-05-03 18:37:06 | 87.00 | 94% |
544 | 2013-04-24 22:01:17 | 81.69 | 94% |
71 | 2013-04-11 20:19:15 | 81.80 | 97% |