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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 334 | 2016-08-01 08:42:19 | 119.16 | 96% |
| 281 | 2016-07-31 08:05:40 | 127.27 | 98% |