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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 50 | 2009-09-05 08:07:09 | 44.36 | |
| 20 | 2009-05-03 12:39:37 | 31.17 |