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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 992 | 2015-03-31 18:33:19 | 110.07 | 94% |
| 881 | 2014-01-11 05:55:22 | 123.07 | 99% |
| 174 | 2013-05-04 17:03:23 | 99.38 | 95% |