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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1181 | 2013-05-06 08:13:34 | 50.19 | 92% |
| 40 | 2010-07-04 10:13:53 | 40.13 |