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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 286 | 2017-04-05 22:21:49 | 63.48 | 86% |
| 250 | 2016-10-22 02:00:34 | 75.54 | 96% |