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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763 | 2011-09-22 14:46:38 | 45.74 | 99% |
66 | 2011-06-17 14:16:45 | 43.96 | 98% |