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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 280 | 2013-11-21 11:50:47 | 55.97 | 96% |
| 68 | 2012-01-07 11:48:21 | 54.74 | 97% |