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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 464 | 2009-07-30 06:40:11 | 34.25 | |
| 41 | 2009-06-11 06:33:25 | 28.74 |