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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1363 | 2011-12-16 20:16:12 | 89.58 | 95% |
| 1185 | 2009-05-28 22:26:26 | 99.68 | |
| 75 | 2008-08-15 00:06:41 | 100.42 |