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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 200 | 2013-09-05 20:44:51 | 103.89 | 89% |
| 191 | 2013-09-05 20:23:11 | 116.67 | 95% |