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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 121 | 2014-09-11 02:05:17 | 75.65 | 97% |
| 64 | 2014-08-31 20:37:44 | 81.84 | 98% |