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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 479 | 2012-11-19 02:34:50 | 44.94 | 74% |
| 356 | 2012-02-13 20:51:56 | 62.79 | 96% |