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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 205 | 2012-04-24 13:17:03 | 78.96 | 94% |
| 183 | 2012-04-15 18:44:08 | 84.35 | 97% |