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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2246 | 2013-09-05 05:00:22 | 84.90 | 99% |
| 2021 | 2013-05-16 23:33:15 | 74.55 | 96% |