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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94 | 2016-02-24 22:32:18 | 75.78 | 90% |
35 | 2016-02-04 01:06:51 | 84.26 | 97% |
27 | 2016-02-03 22:08:59 | 65.77 | 88% |