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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 506 | 2010-10-16 22:43:24 | 90.00 | |
| 230 | 2010-10-13 12:08:00 | 95.04 | |
| 91 | 2010-10-11 18:01:52 | 88.66 |