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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515 | 2015-01-14 15:06:46 | 71.84 | 96% |
397 | 2014-12-31 22:52:33 | 70.54 | 93% |
390 | 2014-12-30 17:05:55 | 63.51 | 92% |