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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 674 | 2015-04-04 04:43:49 | 145.11 | 92% |
| 458 | 2012-06-04 05:48:38 | 142.43 | 96% |