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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 265 | 2009-07-03 11:36:27 | 47.93 | |
| 244 | 2009-06-27 13:10:35 | 49.60 | |
| 190 | 2009-06-22 13:01:32 | 44.25 |