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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1157 | 2016-03-15 22:03:00 | 74.82 | 90% |
| 504 | 2016-01-14 23:37:57 | 64.81 | 85% |