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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 280 | 2013-12-12 23:50:31 | 50.09 | 91% |
| 144 | 2013-02-27 06:52:48 | 52.73 | 92% |