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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1754 | 2017-05-27 05:30:13 | 48.42 | 91% |
| 378 | 2017-02-09 20:01:40 | 34.07 | 94% |