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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 216 | 2016-01-08 07:10:59 | 66.66 | 95% |
| 154 | 2011-04-06 06:54:06 | 57.56 | 95% |