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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 59 | 2016-02-08 03:21:44 | 33.90 | 92% |
| 33 | 2016-01-30 00:07:20 | 30.40 | 86% |