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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 323 | 2017-10-24 08:19:11 | 72.03 | 95% |
| 277 | 2016-05-26 18:05:05 | 75.91 | 91% |