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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 250 | 2014-05-07 05:26:18 | 95.60 | 91% |
| 155 | 2014-05-05 05:50:46 | 94.51 | 91% |