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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1678 | 2010-12-29 08:05:32 | 64.62 | |
| 1297 | 2010-11-14 18:43:49 | 61.20 | |
| 655 | 2010-10-20 06:07:53 | 46.54 | |
| 558 | 2010-10-18 02:20:51 | 45.08 |