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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 173 | 2015-10-10 18:55:05 | 114.71 | 95% |
| 148 | 2014-07-13 18:20:43 | 103.35 | 95% |