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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1320 | 2010-01-12 17:57:15 | 46.02 | |
| 1038 | 2009-12-24 03:03:57 | 48.36 | |
| 391 | 2009-11-12 21:40:51 | 44.35 |