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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1275 | 2016-06-23 22:12:23 | 79.84 | 97% |
| 312 | 2011-09-02 01:19:38 | 39.21 | 94% |