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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 289 | 2009-03-20 00:41:47 | 75.89 | |
| 247 | 2009-03-12 22:24:24 | 75.10 |