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 |
---|---|---|---|
1458 | 2011-10-18 18:00:32 | 60.68 | 96% |
1159 | 2011-10-02 12:44:11 | 54.68 | 91% |
810 | 2011-03-13 04:44:58 | 51.55 | |
413 | 2011-02-01 17:01:13 | 43.20 |