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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 265 | 2015-10-17 10:48:05 | 50.30 | 91% |
| 199 | 2015-05-18 06:33:59 | 46.94 | 95% |