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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 178 | 2014-02-15 22:27:38 | 53.52 | 92% |
| 43 | 2014-01-04 18:26:29 | 57.42 | 96% |