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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2061 | 2016-03-16 12:56:37 | 91.13 | 97% |
1115 | 2014-02-11 15:36:53 | 91.71 | 99% |