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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1283 | 2012-07-19 16:02:18 | 51.77 | 89% |
| 419 | 2011-09-03 15:06:23 | 50.13 | 89% |