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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 275 | 2009-11-17 14:02:41 | 93.14 | |
| 222 | 2009-11-16 21:57:20 | 105.52 |