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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 330 | 2012-11-05 06:18:34 | 160.16 | 100% |
| 238 | 2012-10-26 01:56:19 | 142.68 | 95% |