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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 141 | 2014-12-18 02:12:33 | 65.99 | 95% |
| 53 | 2014-03-26 09:48:57 | 58.78 | 95% |