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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 772 | 2011-02-28 01:39:56 | 52.52 | |
| 555 | 2011-02-07 09:14:42 | 60.22 | |
| 65 | 2010-11-29 05:39:22 | 36.05 |