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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128 | 2014-04-24 16:29:37 | 130.42 | 96% |
14 | 2013-09-20 17:11:52 | 105.20 | 89% |