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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 895 | 2010-09-09 10:29:51 | 66.69 | |
| 606 | 2010-08-25 07:21:59 | 67.42 | |
| 311 | 2010-08-05 15:40:43 | 60.73 |