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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1109 | 2012-02-10 08:44:23 | 20.36 | 99% |
| 939 | 2012-01-21 10:00:41 | 18.76 | 96% |