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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591 | 2016-07-30 16:40:48 | 103.18 | 93% |
371 | 2013-01-26 10:59:38 | 94.73 | 96% |