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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 191 | 2017-03-15 11:00:02 | 59.88 | 93% |
| 41 | 2017-03-01 16:21:59 | 62.66 | 95% |