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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1048 | 2014-01-14 20:56:43 | 85.82 | 93% |
| 812 | 2013-06-10 20:51:31 | 80.99 | 94% |