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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 315 | 2015-02-06 23:09:25 | 133.61 | 96% |
| 47 | 2011-12-12 22:00:35 | 116.68 | 93% |