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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 340 | 2014-06-27 21:19:33 | 52.43 | 94% |
| 124 | 2014-04-30 14:54:13 | 44.75 | 96% |