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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 444 | 2012-06-26 00:58:47 | 50.34 | 100% |
| 12 | 2012-04-20 16:28:13 | 46.11 | 100% |