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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2220 | 2014-07-28 21:52:26 | 75.05 | 97% |
| 1113 | 2012-05-14 02:28:16 | 56.69 | 97% |