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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1155 | 2013-01-22 13:06:32 | 62.96 | 87% |
| 983 | 2012-12-10 11:49:41 | 57.97 | 90% |
| 841 | 2012-11-12 12:55:19 | 49.81 | 84% |