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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 668 | 2012-12-16 08:23:49 | 91.05 | 95% |
| 209 | 2012-10-26 05:27:01 | 74.34 | 88% |