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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1230 | 2017-08-02 08:36:48 | 66.88 | 98% |
| 607 | 2013-08-01 17:04:44 | 43.40 | 89% |