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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783 | 2017-12-08 04:39:42 | 102.54 | 97% |
705 | 2017-10-22 11:56:41 | 97.32 | 97% |