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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2466 | 2015-04-02 21:11:44 | 56.61 | 93% |
| 2039 | 2014-01-20 01:55:04 | 60.69 | 94% |