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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 581 | 2010-12-31 01:11:29 | 34.37 | |
| 401 | 2010-12-26 14:41:09 | 38.93 |