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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846 | 2016-07-26 14:26:45 | 47.86 | 84% |
252 | 2016-03-29 14:29:43 | 48.27 | 90% |