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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1577 | 2012-06-04 00:35:07 | 65.63 | 92% |
| 532 | 2010-12-25 15:25:05 | 68.11 |