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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 810 | 2013-11-01 06:04:15 | 39.79 | 96% |
| 786 | 2013-10-31 02:58:50 | 40.35 | 96% |