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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1109 | 2009-08-03 15:07:13 | 65.75 | |
| 791 | 2009-05-17 06:43:18 | 60.86 | |
| 57 | 2009-01-21 04:57:17 | 48.83 |