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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 483 | 2011-08-06 05:22:43 | 57.02 | 83% |
| 12 | 2011-01-02 00:03:23 | 68.62 |