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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 221 | 2013-11-26 07:06:05 | 41.02 | 86% |
| 98 | 2013-08-23 06:23:50 | 41.05 | 86% |