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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 418 | 2011-02-28 19:06:01 | 45.88 | |
| 391 | 2011-02-28 08:37:23 | 46.95 | |
| 216 | 2011-02-22 19:43:08 | 45.52 |