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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 210 | 2015-02-20 16:29:05 | 112.13 | 86% |
| 102 | 2011-07-12 06:44:52 | 101.82 | 89% |