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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 172 | 2016-10-24 22:21:03 | 85.88 | 95% |
| 7 | 2015-05-19 00:45:25 | 74.24 | 92% |