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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 840 | 2010-09-04 01:50:29 | 112.44 | |
| 747 | 2010-03-23 19:58:11 | 88.50 |