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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 60 | 2014-09-25 11:27:08 | 80.95 | 94% |
| 37 | 2014-09-24 14:46:35 | 75.87 | 90% |