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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1275 | 2010-02-07 04:23:57 | 82.73 | |
1142 | 2009-12-26 11:52:36 | 86.09 | |
384 | 2009-09-29 16:31:00 | 55.22 |