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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 105 | 2010-11-09 02:31:14 | 93.64 | |
| 54 | 2009-04-25 01:14:17 | 94.98 |