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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 474 | 2016-08-23 09:32:32 | 89.63 | 88% |
| 357 | 2014-11-12 15:49:25 | 108.00 | 93% |