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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 933 | 2011-12-26 01:28:31 | 121.65 | 92% |
| 237 | 2011-11-29 21:29:29 | 114.77 | 95% |