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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1998 | 2018-12-28 16:14:36 | 78.56 | 97% |
424 | 2018-09-30 12:10:03 | 64.82 | 96% |
388 | 2018-09-29 20:13:32 | 74.35 | 96% |