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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1080 | 2013-07-16 01:20:53 | 83.41 | 96% |
| 795 | 2013-06-12 22:07:26 | 78.15 | 96% |