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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1085 | 2013-05-01 16:07:52 | 50.42 | 96% |
| 266 | 2013-03-19 21:49:55 | 34.43 | 94% |