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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 176 | 2011-06-07 04:31:54 | 56.36 | 94% |
| 32 | 2009-01-15 23:20:59 | 44.75 |