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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 365 | 2009-12-20 04:51:24 | 50.86 | |
| 309 | 2009-12-17 19:31:54 | 52.24 | |
| 208 | 2009-12-13 09:38:24 | 51.17 |