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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 52 | 2014-11-23 14:10:05 | 41.87 | 96% |
| 39 | 2014-10-26 14:59:42 | 46.75 | 99% |