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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 960 | 2015-05-06 06:30:33 | 97.30 | 90% |
| 472 | 2015-04-29 23:01:39 | 100.73 | 93% |