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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 314 | 2012-04-28 05:08:40 | 90.06 | 95% |
| 224 | 2011-12-10 11:46:12 | 74.42 | 90% |