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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1583 | 2010-01-15 21:31:29 | 70.09 | |
| 1397 | 2010-01-13 04:06:13 | 64.74 | |
| 412 | 2009-11-20 02:56:44 | 81.26 |