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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1359 | 2015-07-10 04:39:02 | 98.01 | 96% |
586 | 2011-05-03 17:46:02 | 93.80 | 97% |
235 | 2011-03-26 06:22:08 | 93.83 |