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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 609 | 2011-01-23 15:37:46 | 77.25 | |
| 25 | 2008-11-16 06:18:23 | 41.29 |