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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 928 | 2012-07-08 19:04:05 | 60.67 | 95% |
| 480 | 2012-06-25 21:53:27 | 69.64 | 100% |