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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 196 | 2016-02-23 13:00:31 | 112.61 | 97% |
| 129 | 2016-02-02 07:03:15 | 97.05 | 94% |