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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1325 | 2016-12-14 02:23:47 | 115.55 | 91% |
| 1238 | 2016-12-12 06:01:26 | 117.40 | 91% |