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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1094 | 2015-08-22 03:11:33 | 109.05 | 99% |
882 | 2015-07-17 22:49:32 | 105.92 | 98% |