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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 315 | 2011-06-04 14:56:42 | 86.56 | 97% |
| 146 | 2011-06-02 19:21:54 | 77.80 | 90% |