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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 235 | 2009-01-14 03:54:14 | 103.29 | |
| 210 | 2008-10-20 01:41:13 | 125.65 | |
| 172 | 2008-10-19 23:35:36 | 123.40 |