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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 677 | 2017-03-01 08:55:40 | 70.82 | 96% |
| 156 | 2016-06-18 05:23:05 | 60.66 | 93% |