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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 943 | 2011-02-09 04:15:44 | 33.44 | |
| 837 | 2011-01-27 02:10:26 | 54.99 | |
| 241 | 2010-06-16 16:06:54 | 43.05 |