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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 799 | 2009-05-08 14:17:15 | 40.62 | |
| 381 | 2009-04-07 09:17:07 | 39.38 | |
| 25 | 2009-03-19 10:13:56 | 37.85 |