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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 563 | 2012-11-29 15:27:31 | 113.68 | 99% |
| 485 | 2012-11-08 20:27:58 | 94.89 | 95% |