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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1373 | 2016-03-14 21:04:24 | 68.22 | 83% |
| 168 | 2012-11-09 12:59:51 | 71.54 | 86% |