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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 40 | 2014-01-22 02:37:55 | 126.07 | 96% |
| 3 | 2014-01-08 06:22:36 | 96.98 | 88% |