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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2295 | 2018-02-03 23:57:54 | 112.11 | 100% |
| 38 | 2015-07-21 10:21:07 | 70.98 | 93% |