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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 848 | 2015-10-17 07:36:36 | 90.80 | 90% |
| 596 | 2015-09-24 12:29:50 | 102.75 | 91% |