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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 607 | 2012-05-08 06:09:26 | 49.63 | 92% |
| 79 | 2012-04-25 07:04:36 | 43.28 | 94% |