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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141 | 2017-06-27 23:58:27 | 59.72 | 98% |
111 | 2017-06-15 02:38:02 | 47.90 | 93% |