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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 160 | 2011-05-04 15:11:20 | 67.19 | 93% |
| 16 | 2011-05-04 09:04:07 | 70.95 | 95% |