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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504 | 2016-02-04 06:47:36 | 81.83 | 95% |
381 | 2016-01-28 21:37:47 | 76.32 | 90% |
208 | 2015-12-14 20:08:04 | 76.23 | 93% |
66 | 2015-12-04 22:07:26 | 74.81 | 92% |