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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 377 | 2014-04-17 18:53:51 | 100.62 | 94% |
| 99 | 2014-03-24 19:46:02 | 89.50 | 89% |