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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672 | 2010-09-16 23:57:32 | 57.66 | |
53 | 2010-01-19 08:01:16 | 30.32 |