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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2007 | 2009-12-30 23:22:10 | 80.17 | |
1420 | 2008-12-07 03:39:47 | 75.01 |