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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 324 | 2009-03-03 13:00:39 | 89.26 | |
| 65 | 2008-11-17 08:00:23 | 79.49 |