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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 487 | 2011-11-23 12:06:05 | 128.06 | 98% |
| 264 | 2011-11-05 23:24:22 | 132.27 | 100% |