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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 68 | 2012-04-17 18:40:05 | 44.78 | 84% |
| 14 | 2012-03-08 19:48:19 | 35.64 | 80% |