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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1222 | 2016-07-05 00:28:29 | 69.62 | 99% |
| 778 | 2016-04-23 18:38:57 | 58.39 | 94% |