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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 865 | 2011-07-30 05:26:54 | 98.30 | 84% |
| 333 | 2009-06-06 07:07:02 | 110.14 | |
| 170 | 2008-11-20 14:01:53 | 110.06 |