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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1157 | 2012-07-09 23:05:15 | 96.02 | 95% |
737 | 2012-06-05 16:55:17 | 91.58 | 95% |