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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1214 | 2012-07-12 13:43:31 | 60.80 | 96% |
403 | 2012-02-01 14:06:34 | 44.11 | 86% |