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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 267 | 2012-05-24 11:00:23 | 119.84 | 97% |
| 127 | 2012-05-04 20:06:49 | 97.93 | 91% |