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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 478 | 2016-07-17 08:44:23 | 69.19 | 90% |
| 88 | 2016-07-07 07:55:04 | 81.42 | 91% |