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 | 2009-07-13 08:39:05 | 80.80 | |
| 599 | 2009-07-05 08:06:56 | 82.81 | |
| 410 | 2009-07-01 07:41:53 | 82.82 |