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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 952 | 2014-11-28 11:00:34 | 69.30 | 95% |
| 441 | 2014-04-12 02:52:56 | 69.89 | 95% |