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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 118 | 2008-12-11 13:06:23 | 58.02 | |
| 18 | 2008-12-10 19:07:09 | 51.12 |