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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1051 | 2011-06-10 23:30:48 | 69.33 | 97% |
| 459 | 2009-06-16 23:44:05 | 64.58 | |
| 384 | 2009-06-09 17:47:52 | 55.54 | |
| 25 | 2008-12-03 22:19:06 | 55.98 |