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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817 | 2010-07-05 06:15:26 | 60.56 | |
581 | 2010-06-30 04:54:34 | 69.19 |