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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 181 | 2011-02-11 11:12:23 | 55.61 | |
| 113 | 2011-02-07 16:06:29 | 56.24 | |
| 88 | 2011-02-07 13:10:39 | 52.94 |