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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1812 | 2017-03-29 11:04:07 | 80.27 | 91% |
| 542 | 2016-11-19 00:11:53 | 72.96 | 89% |