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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2394 | 2010-06-24 12:41:27 | 105.16 | |
| 1035 | 2009-03-11 12:11:49 | 78.82 | |
| 975 | 2009-03-08 05:27:10 | 70.91 |