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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 417 | 2008-12-07 13:37:01 | 90.37 | |
| 296 | 2008-11-10 12:23:24 | 77.50 | |
| 141 | 2008-10-10 13:17:14 | 67.75 |