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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1106 | 2012-09-08 15:03:04 | 46.52 | 88% |
| 350 | 2012-07-10 12:16:07 | 36.05 | 88% |