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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 734 | 2016-04-16 22:46:20 | 48.31 | 95% |
| 401 | 2015-05-22 12:27:54 | 38.09 | 91% |