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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 775 | 2010-11-17 17:05:56 | 48.30 | |
| 617 | 2010-11-10 04:46:56 | 47.81 |