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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 585 | 2016-10-29 23:07:01 | 78.97 | 96% |
| 541 | 2016-10-28 00:06:40 | 82.93 | 96% |