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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1347 | 2013-05-06 03:19:05 | 78.49 | 97% |
| 792 | 2012-12-14 19:50:26 | 74.49 | 96% |