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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 368 | 2010-04-13 23:54:30 | 87.47 | |
| 144 | 2010-04-03 22:44:39 | 91.49 | |
| 106 | 2010-04-02 21:52:13 | 75.87 |