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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 944 | 2016-10-22 15:40:57 | 52.78 | 99% |
| 528 | 2015-07-16 16:34:07 | 36.17 | 92% |