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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 288 | 2013-01-08 04:47:27 | 149.54 | 90% |
| 160 | 2013-01-06 12:10:41 | 154.24 | 93% |