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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 288 | 2011-09-25 02:28:29 | 61.94 | 94% |
| 65 | 2011-02-18 17:51:29 | 57.40 |