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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 120 | 2008-10-03 10:18:22 | 56.19 | |
| 8 | 2008-09-27 11:38:02 | 52.03 |