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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1405 | 2015-09-21 13:05:05 | 80.94 | 98% |
| 195 | 2015-02-13 00:07:29 | 71.03 | 97% |