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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 401 | 2011-09-20 07:17:37 | 37.11 | 95% |
| 95 | 2011-09-12 08:12:51 | 30.37 | 91% |