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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602 | 2013-11-27 14:28:01 | 71.10 | 94% |
246 | 2013-11-05 21:00:46 | 67.08 | 91% |