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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 119 | 2014-07-01 00:44:57 | 88.36 | 97% |
| 35 | 2014-06-30 01:45:00 | 81.13 | 94% |