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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832 | 2010-01-05 11:46:48 | 75.69 | |
504 | 2009-08-27 08:14:52 | 74.77 |