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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 436 | 2014-08-30 02:54:16 | 92.23 | 96% |
| 289 | 2014-08-24 15:55:37 | 92.25 | 97% |