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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 253 | 2009-11-25 14:26:56 | 131.55 | |
| 2 | 2009-06-16 13:38:55 | 118.96 |