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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 118 | 2011-04-18 22:32:35 | 99.80 | |
| 52 | 2011-04-18 02:30:41 | 101.70 | |
| 17 | 2011-04-17 02:42:59 | 89.24 |