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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 437 | 2014-09-02 02:57:53 | 71.10 | 94% |
| 394 | 2014-08-29 17:37:01 | 66.41 | 93% |