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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 277 | 2012-01-03 21:11:32 | 95.72 | 92% |
| 133 | 2011-11-14 04:11:09 | 94.06 | 94% |