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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 951 | 2010-04-08 05:55:10 | 84.08 | |
| 725 | 2010-03-17 05:33:12 | 91.77 |