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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 161 | 2013-01-17 15:47:18 | 77.25 | 86% |
| 126 | 2013-01-09 14:01:52 | 84.34 | 92% |