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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1927 | 2010-06-01 07:29:07 | 61.46 | |
| 1286 | 2010-02-01 11:10:04 | 51.53 | |
| 1058 | 2010-01-12 10:21:32 | 51.23 | |
| 685 | 2009-11-23 02:08:52 | 47.86 |