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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333 | 2010-09-13 19:10:03 | 78.45 | |
311 | 2010-09-09 17:52:21 | 75.99 | |
291 | 2010-09-07 18:45:25 | 88.23 |