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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 342 | 2014-11-17 13:21:15 | 99.20 | 93% |
| 30 | 2014-11-11 20:29:10 | 122.46 | 98% |