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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 206 | 2009-11-13 10:44:38 | 73.56 | |
| 26 | 2009-10-14 01:51:27 | 61.30 |