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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 294 | 2016-02-14 21:05:06 | 90.68 | 91% |
| 267 | 2016-02-14 02:39:53 | 98.42 | 93% |