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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 302 | 2011-05-25 12:38:37 | 61.57 | 97% |
| 243 | 2011-05-24 09:03:41 | 58.49 | 96% |