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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1037 | 2011-03-30 10:43:42 | 56.15 | |
| 813 | 2011-02-09 15:34:52 | 53.79 |