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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 937 | 2010-01-05 16:08:39 | 75.29 | |
| 783 | 2009-09-06 18:17:47 | 65.54 | |
| 433 | 2008-12-06 20:40:59 | 52.16 | |
| 159 | 2008-10-18 13:34:21 | 58.72 |