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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1344 | 2012-09-10 02:36:04 | 80.04 | 92% |
| 698 | 2012-09-01 05:21:54 | 89.98 | 96% |
| 114 | 2012-08-23 15:23:57 | 68.78 | 92% |