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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1171 | 2011-07-20 19:15:15 | 68.95 | 94% |
| 486 | 2010-08-17 15:54:19 | 57.44 |