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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 460 | 2013-07-06 07:32:55 | 110.95 | 94% |
| 184 | 2013-07-03 05:00:06 | 100.91 | 96% |