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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 792 | 2011-04-19 16:12:19 | 47.27 | |
| 311 | 2011-03-10 12:46:01 | 38.47 | |
| 41 | 2011-02-10 13:26:39 | 29.44 |