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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 773 | 2015-12-05 20:59:22 | 113.91 | 85% |
| 120 | 2011-03-11 17:47:44 | 118.67 |