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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1031 | 2015-09-10 21:03:09 | 67.57 | 92% |
| 756 | 2015-08-25 14:32:26 | 64.20 | 89% |