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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 767 | 2014-01-25 07:35:21 | 91.97 | 90% |
| 217 | 2013-12-23 07:04:14 | 83.13 | 93% |