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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1026 | 2012-01-27 14:39:14 | 43.30 | 91% |
505 | 2011-10-23 03:21:46 | 41.62 | 92% |
166 | 2011-10-11 13:39:45 | 34.39 | 84% |