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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 29 | 2011-05-17 11:51:42 | 57.16 | 94% |
| 6 | 2011-05-08 04:40:33 | 66.23 | 97% |