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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1318 | 2016-09-17 20:25:13 | 95.70 | 95% |
| 494 | 2012-05-01 22:50:10 | 77.70 | 95% |