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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1148 | 2016-10-01 17:54:43 | 60.63 | 93% |
| 362 | 2016-08-14 03:12:16 | 63.50 | 96% |