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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 147 | 2014-01-07 21:42:52 | 77.44 | 93% |
| 134 | 2013-07-18 23:03:27 | 76.34 | 92% |