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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 804 | 2016-11-28 21:58:05 | 66.08 | 95% |
| 97 | 2016-08-08 14:06:57 | 55.62 | 91% |