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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571 | 2009-06-28 10:54:21 | 75.97 | |
452 | 2008-11-20 05:02:38 | 67.23 |