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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 873 | 2016-08-17 07:06:31 | 81.51 | 95% |
| 528 | 2016-04-05 10:27:47 | 71.49 | 95% |