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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 394 | 2015-01-11 03:29:52 | 92.82 | 92% |
| 303 | 2014-03-16 23:39:46 | 78.64 | 85% |