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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 633 | 2016-06-29 13:01:12 | 68.39 | 97% |
| 189 | 2015-10-27 13:22:57 | 63.97 | 97% |