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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 191 | 2015-02-07 11:40:19 | 29.23 | 85% |
| 189 | 2015-02-06 14:08:50 | 31.65 | 89% |