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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1279 | 2011-05-27 08:05:23 | 67.29 | 91% |
815 | 2011-05-19 10:17:20 | 62.17 | 91% |