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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 168 | 2012-10-21 19:59:50 | 76.99 | 94% |
| 153 | 2012-09-28 21:23:57 | 75.21 | 93% |