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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2189 | 2018-04-12 11:07:51 | 50.84 | 95% |
643 | 2016-12-18 05:55:43 | 36.40 | 86% |