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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1119 | 2014-06-10 20:24:44 | 73.98 | 92% |
678 | 2013-07-03 22:53:08 | 70.37 | 92% |