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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 347 | 2009-06-29 10:29:23 | 41.23 | |
| 322 | 2009-06-26 11:16:54 | 36.56 | |
| 195 | 2009-06-17 04:19:07 | 34.56 |