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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 486 | 2011-09-28 21:19:59 | 90.10 | 93% |
| 152 | 2011-06-02 21:36:00 | 98.60 | 91% |