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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 112 | 2010-01-15 07:47:23 | 132.69 | |
| 38 | 2009-10-15 03:53:15 | 126.70 | |
| 15 | 2009-10-14 22:21:51 | 120.11 |