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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 886 | 2009-01-19 14:40:19 | 56.53 | |
| 463 | 2008-12-13 20:48:01 | 62.31 | |
| 428 | 2008-12-12 19:22:12 | 63.79 |