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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 124 | 2015-11-05 20:32:26 | 37.48 | 84% |
| 81 | 2015-11-02 12:55:42 | 32.18 | 86% |