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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395 | 2011-05-03 07:36:52 | 41.15 | 89% |
314 | 2011-02-24 07:34:45 | 42.44 | |
301 | 2011-02-24 04:41:34 | 41.33 |