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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 716 | 2011-03-17 02:09:42 | 61.17 | |
| 643 | 2011-03-08 01:24:51 | 67.36 |