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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 816 | 2010-10-09 13:10:58 | 60.24 | |
| 781 | 2010-10-08 03:06:17 | 46.73 | |
| 601 | 2010-10-04 14:10:34 | 52.35 |