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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1876 | 2016-02-21 04:18:15 | 78.05 | 93% |
| 601 | 2015-12-14 22:16:31 | 78.00 | 93% |