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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 503 | 2009-08-24 08:26:26 | 94.80 | |
| 20 | 2009-08-11 09:42:00 | 101.61 |