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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 758 | 2009-04-08 02:24:59 | 39.20 | |
| 673 | 2009-03-28 10:37:33 | 40.88 | |
| 90 | 2009-02-28 17:20:38 | 31.34 |