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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 240 | 2008-12-09 12:45:01 | 45.36 | |
| 234 | 2008-12-08 11:19:49 | 35.66 |