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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 527 | 2012-04-23 08:21:05 | 31.06 | 96% |
| 435 | 2012-04-23 01:16:14 | 29.63 | 96% |