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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477 | 2015-02-19 17:03:47 | 47.60 | 96% |
435 | 2015-02-19 15:22:58 | 44.81 | 91% |
294 | 2015-02-14 16:27:21 | 55.35 | 95% |