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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127 | 2008-10-26 20:41:51 | 32.23 | |
109 | 2008-10-26 15:35:17 | 31.91 | |
28 | 2008-10-23 18:41:15 | 21.88 |