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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 254 | 2016-11-08 07:34:42 | 118.16 | 98% |
| 168 | 2016-10-30 11:11:24 | 89.42 | 93% |