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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 169 | 2015-09-20 04:55:07 | 65.25 | 96% |
| 47 | 2015-01-09 02:49:34 | 52.65 | 93% |