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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 609 | 2012-05-30 02:39:39 | 125.01 | 99% |
| 432 | 2012-05-25 02:45:43 | 109.84 | 96% |