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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 72 | 2015-07-16 17:34:19 | 108.38 | 97% |
| 41 | 2014-08-01 01:03:26 | 90.33 | 95% |