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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 121 | 2015-02-13 20:23:02 | 86.23 | 92% |
| 34 | 2015-02-12 18:03:43 | 83.42 | 93% |