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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1054 | 2011-12-15 19:37:43 | 86.71 | 95% |
| 198 | 2011-03-15 19:52:36 | 88.55 |