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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1228 | 2014-06-22 20:28:17 | 57.56 | 91% |
| 903 | 2014-04-21 11:23:08 | 73.29 | 96% |