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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 616 | 2009-07-16 23:52:38 | 32.28 | |
| 237 | 2009-07-03 04:10:44 | 29.26 |