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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 563 | 2011-01-02 23:23:37 | 85.45 | |
| 397 | 2010-12-23 23:01:33 | 100.05 | |
| 361 | 2010-11-21 19:44:01 | 73.45 |