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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1681 | 2012-11-11 10:46:04 | 72.87 | 94% |
208 | 2011-02-20 16:05:07 | 42.06 |