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 |
---|---|---|---|
880 | 2012-09-14 06:51:49 | 38.85 | 90% |
817 | 2012-09-12 09:00:20 | 43.77 | 93% |
428 | 2012-08-06 07:54:11 | 31.89 | 83% |
201 | 2012-07-20 04:56:04 | 25.03 | 80% |