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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 816 | 2012-10-08 06:48:44 | 63.51 | 99% |
| 41 | 2011-02-07 04:53:33 | 54.40 |