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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 739 | 2010-03-19 04:37:26 | 80.84 | |
| 454 | 2010-02-27 17:00:19 | 78.19 | |
| 291 | 2009-11-08 17:35:52 | 79.06 |