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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 828 | 2016-12-07 05:23:38 | 41.76 | 92% |
| 38 | 2016-08-08 01:35:46 | 28.89 | 90% |