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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 378 | 2016-01-03 22:35:05 | 61.96 | 88% |
| 183 | 2015-12-20 20:35:50 | 69.14 | 92% |