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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3 | 2012-07-02 11:47:36 | 46.05 | 92% |
1 | 2012-07-02 11:43:25 | 46.28 | 91% |