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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1397 | 2011-11-03 12:31:11 | 70.29 | 92% |
| 3 | 2010-10-27 10:43:06 | 76.45 |