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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 836 | 2017-05-15 06:29:21 | 87.57 | 93% |
| 416 | 2016-10-27 17:03:44 | 71.10 | 88% |