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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 242 | 2016-06-29 09:38:07 | 119.20 | 97% |
| 143 | 2016-06-27 01:42:37 | 122.50 | 97% |