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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 613 | 2012-01-18 17:38:35 | 62.70 | 94% |
| 346 | 2012-01-07 17:53:22 | 55.45 | 91% |