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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 579 | 2011-03-31 15:12:31 | 44.35 | |
| 392 | 2011-03-26 11:37:35 | 41.40 | |
| 331 | 2011-02-22 03:47:06 | 42.34 |