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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 252 | 2009-09-10 06:04:11 | 50.76 | |
| 188 | 2009-09-06 08:17:40 | 50.38 | |
| 4 | 2009-08-27 10:51:40 | 46.33 |