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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 270 | 2009-03-18 01:28:33 | 129.79 | |
| 237 | 2009-03-15 15:58:11 | 130.14 | |
| 108 | 2009-03-13 02:21:36 | 97.27 |