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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1059 | 2015-04-29 17:47:44 | 82.37 | 93% |
| 740 | 2015-04-24 20:54:51 | 86.40 | 97% |