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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 645 | 2016-02-03 09:15:09 | 91.56 | 98% |
| 559 | 2016-01-28 23:46:17 | 82.74 | 95% |