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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1308 | 2014-03-19 10:09:10 | 39.80 | 86% |
| 711 | 2014-01-24 11:35:51 | 38.04 | 86% |