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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 607 | 2012-10-04 22:27:11 | 50.78 | 97% |
| 377 | 2012-09-23 03:12:06 | 42.69 | 92% |