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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 938 | 2011-11-09 00:03:35 | 108.84 | 98% |
| 189 | 2011-08-30 21:12:27 | 101.12 | 96% |