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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 597 | 2012-04-28 03:23:35 | 47.15 | 94% |
| 562 | 2012-04-25 05:29:01 | 43.02 | 90% |