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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 361 | 2010-04-15 13:07:20 | 96.39 | |
| 37 | 2010-03-18 17:52:15 | 68.52 |