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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780 | 2018-03-31 17:35:26 | 90.47 | 97% |
340 | 2018-02-08 15:45:40 | 91.87 | 97% |