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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 209 | 2012-05-02 03:25:11 | 114.31 | 95% |
| 2 | 2012-04-04 05:27:17 | 97.56 | 94% |