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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1133 | 2011-04-16 22:41:10 | 87.38 | |
| 559 | 2010-12-26 15:39:57 | 63.74 | |
| 526 | 2010-12-26 14:56:15 | 65.49 | |
| 456 | 2010-12-16 22:09:10 | 72.49 |