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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1236 | 2015-09-23 17:24:03 | 84.60 | 100% |
| 291 | 2015-07-21 11:54:11 | 64.49 | 92% |