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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 33 | 2009-02-13 14:25:22 | 102.29 | |
| 10 | 2009-02-12 20:26:45 | 93.53 |