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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905 | 2016-11-04 14:48:30 | 143.31 | 100% |
757 | 2015-09-14 22:49:28 | 130.89 | 97% |
641 | 2013-05-20 01:39:31 | 109.11 | 94% |