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 |
---|---|---|---|
397 | 2012-11-19 05:50:55 | 61.65 | 91% |
77 | 2010-12-05 06:05:15 | 59.40 |