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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 326 | 2015-07-09 20:56:11 | 94.03 | 89% |
| 29 | 2014-01-23 04:10:40 | 81.85 | 90% |