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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 901 | 2016-04-23 14:38:07 | 74.60 | 89% |
| 676 | 2015-05-24 21:15:07 | 64.66 | 87% |