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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 604 | 2014-07-21 13:08:23 | 121.74 | 94% |
| 105 | 2012-01-22 02:36:44 | 118.34 | 93% |