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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564 | 2016-11-10 02:10:01 | 82.90 | 96% |
323 | 2016-11-02 04:40:21 | 77.69 | 97% |