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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1481 | 2009-11-13 05:50:39 | 88.65 | |
| 694 | 2009-10-06 10:53:05 | 80.17 | |
| 533 | 2009-10-02 08:49:22 | 72.75 | |
| 290 | 2009-08-16 02:36:45 | 67.74 |