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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 259 | 2014-08-21 17:39:27 | 140.38 | 97% |
| 196 | 2014-08-21 16:04:23 | 143.34 | 97% |