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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 626 | 2011-09-03 00:23:41 | 65.54 | 96% |
| 528 | 2010-06-07 14:05:24 | 64.28 | |
| 309 | 2010-05-30 21:05:50 | 64.33 |