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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1148 | 2014-11-24 21:09:39 | 72.82 | 94% |
| 612 | 2014-08-07 20:06:47 | 62.34 | 96% |