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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17 | 2009-03-29 04:34:50 | 57.49 | |
| 4 | 2009-03-28 10:18:40 | 47.86 |