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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1044 | 2014-10-28 01:48:24 | 126.78 | 95% |
| 619 | 2013-12-21 15:09:45 | 133.72 | 95% |
| 403 | 2013-12-19 08:12:06 | 111.26 | 89% |