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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 38 | 2015-05-21 16:33:07 | 107.51 | 99% |
| 9 | 2015-05-20 16:03:07 | 103.07 | 99% |