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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 888 | 2011-04-18 23:15:34 | 76.62 | |
| 111 | 2009-08-21 12:11:54 | 60.42 | |
| 23 | 2009-07-28 12:01:45 | 56.28 |