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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 920 | 2013-11-12 12:15:24 | 46.69 | 96% |
| 919 | 2013-11-12 12:14:04 | 48.63 | 96% |