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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1227 | 2012-05-20 16:01:05 | 97.58 | 97% |
| 421 | 2008-11-06 15:46:36 | 86.28 |