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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 412 | 2010-03-31 04:49:58 | 65.60 | |
| 185 | 2009-10-31 02:31:10 | 50.54 |