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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 344 | 2015-01-09 23:47:12 | 83.61 | 92% |
| 69 | 2014-12-29 05:23:27 | 77.79 | 96% |