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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 376 | 2013-10-26 02:32:45 | 123.48 | 94% |
| 232 | 2013-10-04 18:46:53 | 132.43 | 97% |