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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1192 | 2011-10-20 18:45:24 | 57.40 | 98% |
| 1108 | 2011-10-20 14:45:02 | 55.17 | 95% |