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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1359 | 2016-10-20 17:21:46 | 67.72 | 86% |
| 403 | 2016-01-16 19:46:44 | 59.56 | 83% |