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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910 | 2011-04-26 18:40:42 | 128.14 | |
724 | 2011-04-11 16:23:48 | 120.20 | |
610 | 2011-04-07 13:04:49 | 123.59 |