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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 698 | 2017-04-03 05:55:41 | 36.95 | 95% |
| 364 | 2017-02-25 02:28:38 | 27.33 | 91% |