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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 754 | 2011-01-31 14:18:48 | 80.38 | |
| 581 | 2011-01-29 07:07:08 | 66.22 | |
| 330 | 2009-11-23 17:44:10 | 55.84 |