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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 554 | 2015-06-13 08:32:44 | 86.87 | 87% |
| 234 | 2015-01-07 10:46:52 | 73.42 | 90% |