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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344 | 2010-02-24 21:55:48 | 74.79 | |
279 | 2010-02-12 19:56:19 | 69.32 | |
233 | 2010-02-09 02:41:43 | 73.40 | |
148 | 2010-02-07 04:23:55 | 87.20 |