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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 159 | 2012-10-18 18:29:05 | 110.52 | 94% |
| 141 | 2012-10-16 18:42:41 | 106.15 | 91% |