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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 347 | 2015-09-21 16:29:44 | 77.90 | 87% |
| 77 | 2012-09-19 15:29:17 | 80.49 | 86% |