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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 911 | 2015-09-27 10:16:26 | 110.50 | 99% |
| 765 | 2015-09-25 09:58:08 | 105.05 | 95% |