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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 69 | 2015-10-27 20:14:03 | 38.53 | 91% |
| 27 | 2015-10-07 01:37:51 | 28.78 | 82% |