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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1672 | 2016-11-12 22:17:10 | 91.43 | 97% |
1159 | 2016-09-06 21:58:51 | 91.07 | 95% |
312 | 2016-08-28 07:43:10 | 92.73 | 98% |