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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 990 | 2015-08-14 00:46:21 | 95.44 | 89% |
| 644 | 2013-01-02 07:48:22 | 118.83 | 98% |