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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 447 | 2012-10-29 00:51:16 | 95.93 | 96% |
| 268 | 2012-10-24 06:57:41 | 78.78 | 91% |