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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890 | 2009-12-26 20:03:41 | 50.57 | |
833 | 2009-12-15 15:28:24 | 45.87 |