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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 795 | 2014-11-30 17:19:42 | 47.68 | 82% |
| 97 | 2014-05-28 11:35:35 | 43.00 | 92% |