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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 743 | 2013-09-03 14:32:33 | 85.86 | 95% |
| 296 | 2013-04-06 23:29:26 | 79.93 | 91% |