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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1493 | 2010-08-24 10:35:36 | 70.35 | |
| 1490 | 2010-08-24 10:31:46 | 70.66 | |
| 44 | 2010-05-02 07:05:22 | 64.44 |