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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24 | 2017-03-14 01:40:04 | 61.03 | 91% |
19 | 2017-03-10 03:05:42 | 57.92 | 92% |