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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 749 | 2011-12-15 21:10:32 | 63.73 | 96% |
| 42 | 2011-11-26 09:54:21 | 35.82 | 93% |