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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1040 | 2009-12-28 02:38:24 | 108.61 | |
| 388 | 2009-08-29 07:38:45 | 43.31 | |
| 218 | 2009-05-29 05:38:25 | 64.14 |