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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 414 | 2014-04-29 21:11:23 | 63.99 | 99% |
| 77 | 2014-03-04 20:32:34 | 34.45 | 97% |