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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 89 | 2010-06-17 01:10:37 | 114.61 | |
| 12 | 2010-06-16 19:13:46 | 57.90 |