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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1013 | 2012-12-23 07:18:20 | 66.00 | 96% |
218 | 2012-03-29 02:14:32 | 50.60 | 93% |