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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1494 | 2014-04-23 08:37:13 | 60.31 | 90% |
| 889 | 2013-10-23 10:50:40 | 68.70 | 95% |