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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 178 | 2010-03-17 03:07:07 | 126.42 | |
| 96 | 2009-06-16 20:57:59 | 143.00 | |
| 52 | 2009-05-03 02:09:11 | 133.00 |