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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 975 | 2011-10-05 13:47:09 | 49.53 | 90% |
| 893 | 2011-10-01 01:59:20 | 54.29 | 89% |
| 848 | 2011-09-29 23:07:14 | 47.98 | 90% |