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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 449 | 2016-08-26 15:23:32 | 42.49 | 90% |
| 228 | 2016-07-08 06:14:58 | 30.84 | 79% |