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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 384 | 2010-11-09 18:54:50 | 33.76 | |
| 19 | 2010-10-23 08:47:10 | 34.36 |