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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2675 | 2017-06-22 18:51:49 | 57.69 | 97% |
| 2217 | 2017-06-07 13:07:10 | 50.59 | 95% |