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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 183 | 2009-04-21 18:56:35 | 136.92 | |
| 31 | 2009-01-08 05:46:16 | 72.18 |