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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 987 | 2011-10-27 11:30:03 | 71.94 | 97% |
| 572 | 2011-07-28 12:14:53 | 58.23 | 90% |
| 335 | 2011-07-09 14:49:37 | 64.94 | 94% |