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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 198 | 2015-10-18 00:50:58 | 69.81 | 90% |
| 110 | 2013-08-31 15:10:10 | 94.10 | 99% |