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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 300 | 2016-06-27 08:27:35 | 75.94 | 92% |
| 101 | 2015-06-16 22:08:22 | 62.32 | 92% |