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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 843 | 2012-03-21 14:17:57 | 47.97 | 94% |
| 347 | 2012-02-08 13:44:35 | 41.97 | 93% |