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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2606 | 2017-08-17 01:43:01 | 111.39 | 97% |
| 12 | 2012-09-21 00:26:55 | 95.62 | 93% |