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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853 | 2009-08-29 18:48:42 | 111.18 | |
590 | 2009-08-20 11:45:50 | 117.11 |