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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 630 | 2017-05-18 12:55:57 | 112.93 | 95% |
| 104 | 2016-07-10 06:50:35 | 104.28 | 95% |