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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 137 | 2012-03-29 16:52:33 | 100.88 | 97% |
| 123 | 2012-03-28 22:47:04 | 92.13 | 93% |