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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 705 | 2009-06-28 13:13:25 | 85.56 | |
| 502 | 2009-06-25 13:40:02 | 92.35 | |
| 104 | 2009-02-15 16:14:34 | 83.94 |