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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1536 | 2016-06-21 06:23:57 | 120.28 | 99% |
| 91 | 2010-05-20 20:11:49 | 94.53 |