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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 173 | 2011-03-25 01:03:13 | 147.49 | |
| 170 | 2011-03-23 00:35:20 | 168.46 |