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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 49 | 2010-03-07 17:32:37 | 51.95 | |
| 7 | 2009-04-07 17:05:25 | 39.06 |