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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 483 | 2011-04-18 17:05:01 | 77.73 | |
| 233 | 2011-03-15 17:40:48 | 89.47 | |
| 61 | 2010-10-15 16:49:14 | 75.25 |