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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 996 | 2008-12-23 09:38:16 | 67.00 | |
| 201 | 2008-11-23 13:24:35 | 52.40 | |
| 132 | 2008-11-21 10:41:49 | 54.77 |