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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 63 | 2016-02-25 04:39:24 | 67.55 | 94% |
| 58 | 2015-07-14 22:16:33 | 48.36 | 86% |