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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1021 | 2009-12-01 15:32:32 | 88.84 | |
| 680 | 2009-06-03 08:47:06 | 64.38 | |
| 26 | 2009-03-25 11:45:16 | 60.56 |