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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 104 | 2011-06-08 07:04:13 | 85.28 | 86% |
| 84 | 2011-05-27 05:55:31 | 93.70 | 95% |