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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 364 | 2012-08-27 16:01:29 | 36.92 | 94% |
| 128 | 2012-08-19 23:39:02 | 30.56 | 91% |
| 1 | 2012-08-17 18:19:02 | 32.19 | 97% |