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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 997 | 2011-08-22 10:11:23 | 97.10 | 100% |
| 422 | 2010-11-15 08:55:32 | 40.37 |