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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 421 | 2014-12-18 05:27:26 | 61.21 | 91% |
| 327 | 2013-11-05 15:53:01 | 68.18 | 95% |