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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 838 | 2015-06-06 20:01:18 | 135.70 | 93% |
| 2 | 2015-03-26 05:42:43 | 105.27 | 86% |