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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 586 | 2012-10-02 18:47:29 | 64.32 | 94% |
| 560 | 2012-09-27 17:55:51 | 64.35 | 94% |