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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1159 | 2012-03-08 04:04:05 | 55.07 | 91% |
| 893 | 2011-10-12 05:00:09 | 46.26 | 90% |