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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 413 | 2008-12-17 17:55:42 | 123.47 | |
| 137 | 2008-12-03 02:08:09 | 103.69 | |
| 46 | 2008-11-28 07:54:19 | 92.43 |