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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 569 | 2010-02-26 07:42:10 | 71.02 | |
| 369 | 2009-09-16 09:32:13 | 28.07 |