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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1115 | 2014-07-23 23:12:42 | 73.45 | 92% |
| 766 | 2014-05-22 07:38:40 | 81.84 | 96% |