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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 935 | 2014-06-30 06:59:21 | 52.61 | 89% |
| 494 | 2012-01-29 04:49:36 | 62.95 | 95% |