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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 112 | 2012-10-02 04:00:51 | 129.83 | 96% |
| 35 | 2012-09-23 23:05:37 | 136.59 | 96% |