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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 791 | 2017-07-21 08:05:44 | 95.28 | 98% |
| 91 | 2016-07-29 05:12:16 | 79.87 | 100% |