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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1707 | 2012-01-04 19:54:44 | 55.33 | 86% |
| 1519 | 2011-12-29 16:21:46 | 64.98 | 97% |