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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 693 | 2011-01-25 07:00:49 | 102.62 | |
| 546 | 2011-01-18 05:04:52 | 102.09 | |
| 398 | 2011-01-16 23:11:48 | 103.43 |