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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 610 | 2015-10-15 17:11:55 | 57.12 | 96% |
| 349 | 2014-12-13 16:24:47 | 44.14 | 91% |