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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 165 | 2014-05-03 04:21:08 | 53.28 | 88% |
| 25 | 2014-04-19 22:37:53 | 66.42 | 96% |