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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 751 | 2013-09-25 14:27:28 | 40.43 | 88% |
| 257 | 2013-08-24 13:28:39 | 44.47 | 93% |