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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994 | 2009-08-29 10:23:24 | 148.24 | |
924 | 2009-08-14 01:38:49 | 152.42 | |
740 | 2009-08-12 11:04:42 | 164.02 | |
366 | 2009-06-30 10:23:27 | 133.20 |