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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 982 | 2014-02-27 15:04:45 | 82.69 | 95% |
| 688 | 2014-02-02 16:45:28 | 75.45 | 92% |