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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851 | 2015-08-09 00:43:54 | 60.59 | 93% |
226 | 2012-09-13 08:33:13 | 47.65 | 91% |