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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 534 | 2016-03-04 00:06:20 | 104.96 | 95% |
| 174 | 2016-01-01 22:39:57 | 112.69 | 99% |