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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1189 | 2012-07-21 08:55:14 | 68.63 | 96% |
| 510 | 2011-07-25 03:42:07 | 65.57 | 94% |