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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 105 | 2011-10-25 14:44:35 | 80.22 | 98% |
| 99 | 2011-10-25 14:36:43 | 70.07 | 96% |