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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 73 | 2015-08-12 04:22:06 | 88.31 | 89% |
| 64 | 2015-08-11 17:15:55 | 99.55 | 96% |