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 |
---|---|---|---|
966 | 2014-09-30 23:02:50 | 80.37 | 95% |
855 | 2014-06-29 19:09:54 | 72.65 | 89% |
518 | 2014-02-04 00:25:27 | 86.45 | 93% |
35 | 2013-01-13 02:30:42 | 82.61 | 95% |
4 | 2012-12-28 02:54:43 | 56.09 | 89% |