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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 469 | 2011-04-02 19:46:35 | 46.79 | |
| 462 | 2011-04-01 21:30:28 | 37.16 | |
| 435 | 2011-01-30 17:57:53 | 51.84 |