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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 733 | 2010-06-19 13:26:09 | 40.67 | |
| 553 | 2010-05-09 11:00:25 | 42.07 | |
| 325 | 2010-03-22 19:32:27 | 35.01 |