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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 513 | 2017-01-14 20:26:32 | 62.17 | 87% |
| 507 | 2017-01-14 20:17:36 | 67.88 | 88% |