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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 216 | 2010-05-15 02:01:29 | 37.65 | |
| 120 | 2009-10-19 12:26:36 | 27.44 | |
| 54 | 2009-08-07 13:25:22 | 33.53 |