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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492 | 2010-01-29 18:25:05 | 53.24 | |
378 | 2009-09-29 15:54:27 | 61.50 |