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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 565 | 2011-05-18 07:40:53 | 79.99 | 98% |
| 20 | 2009-04-02 12:33:08 | 59.62 |