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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 363 | 2010-04-06 15:31:58 | 94.60 | |
| 101 | 2009-12-21 14:16:45 | 89.86 |