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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 49 | 2012-07-13 08:36:57 | 29.77 | 87% |
| 43 | 2012-07-13 07:08:38 | 28.65 | 88% |