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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 143 | 2012-08-20 12:13:16 | 51.35 | 96% |
| 16 | 2012-08-07 12:13:41 | 51.98 | 95% |