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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 288 | 2012-10-08 14:45:12 | 31.35 | 80% |
| 123 | 2012-08-14 21:36:10 | 29.10 | 84% |