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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1118 | 2015-11-11 08:16:55 | 90.84 | 94% |
| 262 | 2014-06-17 09:44:27 | 77.35 | 93% |