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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 809 | 2014-01-15 08:32:50 | 62.10 | 99% |
| 487 | 2012-08-10 14:05:02 | 53.15 | 93% |