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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 111 | 2014-05-02 13:50:39 | 86.08 | 97% |
| 6 | 2011-11-21 15:33:45 | 93.55 | 100% |