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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1260 | 2009-01-30 22:44:33 | 136.63 | |
| 308 | 2009-01-06 22:21:25 | 141.35 | |
| 260 | 2009-01-06 18:39:00 | 114.59 | |
| 239 | 2009-01-06 16:25:18 | 144.53 |