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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1200 | 2016-10-26 09:42:21 | 67.88 | 96% |
| 959 | 2016-10-18 09:22:44 | 56.70 | 89% |