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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 452 | 2009-02-15 02:25:54 | 67.15 | |
| 445 | 2008-11-16 18:00:36 | 68.39 |