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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 127 | 2014-10-14 22:32:36 | 75.62 | 94% |
| 40 | 2014-10-12 15:02:33 | 60.45 | 89% |