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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 870 | 2015-12-24 02:29:12 | 76.67 | 90% |
| 731 | 2015-12-17 03:35:03 | 90.23 | 93% |