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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1038 | 2012-12-23 09:15:29 | 155.85 | 95% |
| 933 | 2012-12-14 17:55:06 | 149.01 | 98% |