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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 81 | 2011-06-11 23:45:44 | 77.24 | 92% |
| 67 | 2011-06-11 23:30:48 | 70.26 | 91% |