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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 809 | 2009-05-15 02:25:12 | 69.22 | |
| 756 | 2009-05-01 12:31:10 | 60.54 | |
| 513 | 2009-03-19 17:29:49 | 62.82 | |
| 108 | 2009-02-20 20:54:40 | 47.72 |