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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1211 | 2013-02-21 21:09:14 | 69.46 | 95% |
| 386 | 2013-01-01 20:51:10 | 50.48 | 87% |