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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 325 | 2016-06-20 21:23:33 | 107.99 | 96% |
| 174 | 2016-06-05 20:19:08 | 106.33 | 95% |