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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 339 | 2011-05-30 18:24:28 | 60.81 | 94% |
| 330 | 2011-05-18 18:56:37 | 54.28 | 92% |