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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2227 | 2018-11-19 03:16:58 | 59.74 | 96% |
| 258 | 2011-11-30 02:16:19 | 27.81 | 92% |