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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 312 | 2008-11-13 20:08:05 | 32.92 | |
| 151 | 2008-10-11 00:54:45 | 31.33 | |
| 106 | 2008-10-10 19:30:14 | 32.25 |