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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990 | 2016-06-14 14:35:16 | 84.76 | 95% |
593 | 2014-02-22 03:01:53 | 69.82 | 92% |
416 | 2013-12-14 07:41:42 | 73.81 | 93% |