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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 829 | 2013-03-07 18:59:16 | 118.22 | 95% |
| 721 | 2012-07-25 13:47:59 | 107.32 | 92% |