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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 307 | 2011-07-04 06:06:04 | 79.20 | 93% |
| 180 | 2011-07-02 14:34:09 | 77.05 | 93% |