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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1021 | 2013-07-23 06:17:00 | 68.62 | 94% |
| 895 | 2013-07-17 18:42:32 | 59.69 | 88% |