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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 160 | 2015-08-02 23:23:56 | 69.30 | 91% |
| 91 | 2014-12-30 17:18:50 | 65.58 | 96% |