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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1497 | 2016-11-24 09:46:06 | 67.41 | 97% |
| 494 | 2016-10-26 09:42:32 | 55.31 | 97% |