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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308 | 2013-08-29 13:56:44 | 53.79 | 83% |
129 | 2013-08-20 12:09:05 | 63.35 | 92% |