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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 191 | 2015-12-18 20:26:24 | 154.37 | 100% |
| 33 | 2014-10-01 00:51:39 | 122.65 | 95% |