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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 549 | 2015-08-17 03:38:01 | 72.18 | 95% |
| 2 | 2013-10-18 17:59:30 | 37.53 | 88% |