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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513 | 2016-03-22 12:40:17 | 104.52 | 92% |
53 | 2014-11-05 19:36:29 | 98.44 | 93% |