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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 184 | 2011-12-08 03:33:53 | 92.98 | 96% |
| 68 | 2011-11-21 03:00:38 | 90.12 | 97% |