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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1130 | 2017-12-12 19:29:21 | 63.54 | 98% |
64 | 2017-11-18 20:54:12 | 31.02 | 92% |