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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876 | 2016-08-15 08:16:45 | 140.22 | 99% |
735 | 2014-09-16 02:23:12 | 103.77 | 87% |