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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 175 | 2013-10-09 17:24:02 | 73.40 | 96% |
| 6 | 2013-09-07 15:16:46 | 69.38 | 93% |