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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 850 | 2009-11-05 17:02:16 | 99.29 | |
| 691 | 2009-10-13 20:16:37 | 95.85 | |
| 610 | 2009-10-13 13:32:43 | 91.97 | |
| 497 | 2009-10-06 14:53:43 | 78.25 |