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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 334 | 2010-11-30 20:59:25 | 136.53 | |
| 43 | 2010-11-17 12:37:31 | 133.71 | |
| 40 | 2010-11-17 12:33:29 | 126.81 |