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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 906 | 2012-09-28 18:24:11 | 37.49 | 90% |
| 143 | 2012-09-20 20:31:36 | 26.12 | 89% |