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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 435 | 2009-02-19 21:10:20 | 88.45 | |
| 248 | 2009-01-26 16:51:13 | 69.20 | |
| 153 | 2009-01-20 20:15:01 | 69.48 |