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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890 | 2013-10-18 18:29:33 | 118.77 | 100% |
806 | 2013-09-28 17:02:08 | 101.49 | 95% |