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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 603 | 2010-05-06 03:08:57 | 87.34 | |
| 506 | 2010-04-10 00:19:20 | 89.75 | |
| 418 | 2010-04-04 23:28:30 | 82.86 | |
| 319 | 2010-04-02 22:43:53 | 98.34 |