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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 882 | 2009-03-22 07:12:08 | 56.16 | |
| 765 | 2009-03-15 07:20:35 | 54.48 | |
| 78 | 2008-11-22 13:45:41 | 41.65 |