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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966 | 2012-06-03 08:50:22 | 81.08 | 96% |
74 | 2012-05-26 19:54:32 | 76.36 | 96% |