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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82 | 2018-11-09 10:04:32 | 58.48 | 97% |
54 | 2018-10-23 12:06:00 | 48.96 | 96% |