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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14 | 2013-09-20 05:02:12 | 62.90 | 91% |
| 2 | 2013-09-20 04:45:20 | 62.86 | 92% |