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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 313 | 2017-03-24 05:39:35 | 42.40 | 94% |
| 63 | 2017-03-17 08:26:35 | 34.79 | 92% |