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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 679 | 2014-09-16 01:09:49 | 46.77 | 89% |
| 560 | 2014-08-18 03:11:05 | 51.45 | 92% |