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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 152 | 2009-12-24 00:53:08 | 88.67 | |
| 62 | 2009-11-19 02:16:20 | 79.91 |