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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 174 | 2015-02-08 08:19:18 | 118.63 | 86% |
| 153 | 2015-02-06 02:13:55 | 114.78 | 88% |