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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 355 | 2009-04-25 21:44:50 | 47.11 | |
| 255 | 2009-04-17 19:19:03 | 40.37 |