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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1049 | 2014-10-07 09:16:56 | 72.24 | 91% |
| 1025 | 2014-10-06 08:51:04 | 67.39 | 92% |