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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 150 | 2010-04-26 17:14:02 | 35.34 | |
| 140 | 2010-04-19 17:19:57 | 38.05 |