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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216 | 2013-10-31 18:18:37 | 83.48 | 97% |
157 | 2013-01-25 16:07:09 | 75.98 | 99% |
42 | 2012-11-10 01:40:23 | 59.52 | 92% |