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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 107 | 2009-06-26 18:18:42 | 87.99 | |
| 1 | 2009-06-25 23:39:33 | 82.75 |