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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 360 | 2014-06-05 22:16:15 | 97.69 | 95% |
| 45 | 2013-01-11 03:16:32 | 98.11 | 100% |