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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 252 | 2014-04-19 04:30:57 | 86.15 | 98% |
| 109 | 2014-04-11 01:48:29 | 82.24 | 95% |