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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1329 | 2014-01-10 10:34:57 | 40.78 | 95% |
316 | 2012-08-18 19:03:23 | 39.87 | 95% |