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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1015 | 2011-11-30 20:42:05 | 67.06 | 96% |
| 870 | 2011-11-28 04:27:09 | 69.86 | 96% |