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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1139 | 2012-04-20 06:03:15 | 80.52 | 98% |
| 261 | 2012-03-02 05:24:48 | 68.58 | 95% |