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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1021 | 2016-08-26 16:18:16 | 82.49 | 92% |
| 83 | 2015-10-30 15:36:02 | 75.24 | 92% |