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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 826 | 2010-01-17 02:30:59 | 37.24 | |
| 510 | 2009-12-04 21:26:50 | 42.46 |