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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 249 | 2014-02-12 13:45:55 | 69.65 | 95% |
| 232 | 2012-02-20 11:09:30 | 61.58 | 93% |