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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 889 | 2010-01-05 16:33:38 | 58.50 | |
| 293 | 2008-11-24 17:06:38 | 43.65 | |
| 207 | 2008-11-20 15:10:20 | 53.83 |