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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 477 | 2010-02-11 17:06:40 | 49.29 | |
| 91 | 2009-05-21 16:28:33 | 44.18 |