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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 53 | 2012-10-19 22:19:55 | 101.86 | 85% |
| 3 | 2012-10-19 00:48:57 | 106.59 | 88% |