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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1419 | 2015-04-14 00:25:52 | 109.16 | 97% |
| 1130 | 2015-03-15 15:58:50 | 100.99 | 96% |