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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 948 | 2009-09-24 05:52:30 | 45.76 | |
| 448 | 2009-08-04 04:47:42 | 40.27 | |
| 87 | 2009-04-20 06:17:13 | 36.29 |