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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 219 | 2016-04-11 07:00:14 | 78.11 | 93% |
| 38 | 2013-04-10 02:31:53 | 81.58 | 93% |