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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 899 | 2008-12-14 17:41:09 | 43.51 | |
| 871 | 2008-12-12 20:58:05 | 45.55 | |
| 553 | 2008-12-05 00:45:08 | 43.59 |