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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 244 | 2016-02-14 05:15:01 | 90.11 | 94% |
| 51 | 2012-10-11 00:37:25 | 58.41 | 84% |