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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302 | 2009-04-15 08:51:07 | 64.76 | |
255 | 2009-04-14 15:59:07 | 63.67 |