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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 855 | 2017-10-06 19:55:39 | 95.63 | 96% |
| 264 | 2014-11-23 20:16:38 | 93.10 | 97% |