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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1879 | 2018-12-17 22:33:40 | 73.02 | 98% |
1724 | 2018-12-17 19:10:52 | 67.88 | 95% |
271 | 2018-10-20 12:11:16 | 79.05 | 98% |