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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 164 | 2013-12-31 04:39:19 | 126.32 | 97% |
| 97 | 2013-07-07 09:33:57 | 124.28 | 95% |