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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 340 | 2010-06-10 02:19:05 | 122.11 | |
| 199 | 2009-09-10 21:47:40 | 85.71 |