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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 471 | 2010-05-24 17:36:27 | 79.10 | |
| 162 | 2008-11-28 17:21:35 | 95.92 | |
| 40 | 2008-11-07 17:45:11 | 93.50 |