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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 129 | 2012-09-18 12:35:24 | 46.65 | 95% |
| 57 | 2012-09-10 21:56:53 | 43.05 | 97% |