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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 663 | 2013-10-22 14:17:24 | 109.49 | 97% |
| 108 | 2010-03-19 19:03:44 | 88.93 |