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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1516 | 2019-04-23 06:11:11 | 84.55 | 97% |
584 | 2019-04-12 15:02:12 | 84.66 | 98% |
157 | 2011-11-11 05:11:43 | 80.33 | 95% |