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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 435 | 2016-08-14 18:32:29 | 56.61 | 90% |
| 30 | 2016-05-02 06:08:10 | 45.23 | 84% |