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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564 | 2011-07-19 16:16:35 | 109.44 | 95% |
294 | 2011-06-17 06:45:43 | 115.65 | 99% |